I Have an Older Brother Who Is the True Young Master of an Immortal Sect

When Yan Binglun returned from an outing, he learned that his best friend was the fake young master of an immortal sect.

When the real young master came back, his best friend packed up and left to travel. Before leaving, he clung to Yan Binglun and sobbed, "Bro, you can't just coast anymore. It's time to work hard."

He added, "He suffered a lot in my place. Please look after him for me."

Yan Binglun agreed.

*

The first time he met the real young master, the man wore a moon-white robe. He was like snow on a mountain peak, or the moon above the clouds: a peerlessly handsome gentleman, his narrow eyes casting down a disdainful gaze that seemed to look down on all living things. He looked nothing like some country bumpkin.

The second time they met, the real young master was being bullied by his fellow disciples. Seeing the old scars on the man's arm, Yan Binglun was overcome with anger and stepped in to save him.

The man had suffered for more than a decade. Yan Binglun thought his life was far too tragic, and decided to protect him.

From then on, everyone knew that the newly returned real young master was under the protection of Little Demon King Yan. The two were inseparable every day, attending lessons, cultivating, taking assignments, and even going into seclusion together.

The real young master was handsome, well-mannered, and even his personality suited Yan Binglun's tastes perfectly. Yan Binglun's cultivation advanced at a startling pace, though he did have one small concern: the real young master was perfect in every way, except that he was a little clingy.

Hugging and cuddling while they cultivated was one thing, but could he... please stop licking him?

After an accident, Yan Binglun was forced to dual cultivate with the real young master.

When he woke up, he knew he was done for. To avoid making things ugly, he ran away.

Some time later, Yan Binglun ran into the real young master again, now even colder than before.

By then, the real young master had been infected with a sinister poison and was at risk of falling into demonic cultivation at any moment.

And the antidote... was Yan Binglun.

Yan Binglun: "???"

Torn with indecision, Yan Binglun watched the real young master go mad.

He gritted his teeth, then charged in.

*

One day, the fake young master recovered his memories and hurried back in a panic. He shouted in terror, "Bro, run! The real young master is the Demon Venerable who will destroy the world. He'll kill me... us?"

He glanced over and saw the real young master embracing Yan Binglun. The man was cool and otherworldly, with no sign of turning demonic.

After his initial shock, the fake young master collapsed to the ground.

Sob, sob. My best bro is amazing.

I... I get to live again. QAQ

*

The real young master had a secret: a boy he had once glimpsed for a moment lived in his heart. He rose to the throne, yet still could not find him, no matter how far he searched.

Later, he became the young master who had been lost to an immortal sect. On the day he returned, he saw once more the person engraved deep in his heart.

From then on, his greed grew without bounds. He would have him, no matter what.

Coming soon: The Protagonist Group Is Getting Wrecked by Me

The years when Yan Jinghai was once obedient.

The friend who poured out his affection to him personally pushed him into the demonic abyss for the sake of his beloved junior brother, saying calmly, "He's frail and can't endure the cold pool's punishment. You can help him instead."

His aloof, reclusive master descended from his heights to tear out Yan Jinghai's spiritual soul, all to rebuild the immortal body of his cherished young disciple. His gaze was cool as he looked at Yan Jinghai. "You are born with an evil soul and wicked bones. Even if you cultivate the immortal path, you'll bring harm to the world. Li'er is compassionate and cares for all under heaven. He deserves a smooth path to the Great Dao."

The Sword Saint who had once entrusted his disciple's orphan to Yan Jinghai for saving his life regarded his grand-disciple as his Dao companion. He called on every immortal sect to issue a kill order against Yan Jinghai, declaring righteously, "Since he was born evil, I'll remove this menace on behalf of his parents today."

His former fellow disciples denounced him as a demon and a scourge, vying to hunt him down to the ends of the earth, all to cut him down...

Under the hateful, loathing stares of the world and their denunciations, Yan Jinghai climbed step by step to a position no one could challenge.

But then, without knowing why, he died. Only after death did he learn that he was the great villain in a story, the one the protagonist group hunted down until his soul was annihilated.

He was supposed to appear amid universal condemnation, clear the protagonist's path to success, then exit in disgrace, his name despised for ten thousand years, becoming a stepping stone for the protagonist's rise to the top.

But he defied the will of Heaven and changed the course of the story. In the end, the protagonist died, the world collapsed, and Yan Jinghai became a remnant soul in the shattered space.

Now they were sending him back to the past to suffer all over again, set the main plot back on track, and willingly devote himself to the protagonist.

Time turned back, and Yan Jinghai returned to the year he first entered the immortal sect.

Looking at the protagonist's still youthful face, he slowly formed an innocent smile and unhurriedly ended his life.

Heaven's will was enraged. The universe perished, taking the entire world down with the protagonist.

After being reborn several times, Yan Jinghai opened his eyes again, but the protagonist who was supposed to enter the immortal sect was nowhere to be seen.

No matter. The protagonist group was still there, and they couldn't escape. :)

If we can't go on living, then nobody gets to live.

*

The world feared him, dreaded him, and hated him.

Only the Demon Lord, who had always been at odds with him, suffered a heart-wrenching agony for his sake. His Dao heart shattered, he fell to demonic cultivation, and died before Yan Jinghai as the immortals surrounded him.

Years later, when they met again, the young prodigy of the demon realm still refused to look him in the eye.

Yan Jinghai licked the streak of blood on his chin, met the tremor in the other's eyes, and curled his lips into a smile. He said softly, "...It's sweet."

Theme: Press forward fearlessly, never giving up or losing heart.